Thursday 23 September 2010

I walked to the outskirts of the village:
mountains white-topped:
magnificent in the autumn sunshine.
sadness would have overwhelmed me.
[I feel as though I ought to be sad,]
but I am not.

mass reading:
The sun rises, the sun sets.
all is vanity.
all I know: that this isn't true.
because of you.
your presence transforms all sadness;
all vanity;
all emptiness.

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